Come To Me | A Park Hyungsik Fanfiction ✔️

Three Little Words

June 2017

(Hyeyeon's office)

I could not take my eyes away from the opened package that sat before me.

The interior of the brown coloured package unveiled an A5-sized booklet, about one centimetre thick. Its cover was printed on a high-quality glossy paper, shaded in a mix of deep blue and royal purple. A man and a woman faced each other in grey silhouette, their lips close, but never touching. The alphabets beneath the silhouette stood out, as its warm white capital fonts was a stark contrast to the moody backdrop.

The words, were GHOST THE MUSICAL.

A nervous laugh managed to crawl out of my lips, while I stoned at my desk. Mixed emotions were an understatement. I felt numb, and then scared, and then suspicious, and then happy.

A laminated bookmark sat in between the early pages of the script, and my fingers gravitated towards it. Pulling it out with care, I read the note again and again until a slow smile filled my face to the brim. The pleasure within me soon begin to overflow, and I could only think of calling up one person.

I wanted him, above everyone else, to be the first to know.

(Hyungsik's Apartment in Cheongdamdong)

(Hyungsik's Narrative)

I listened, as Hyeyeon's voice on the line resounded with joy, "I did it, Sik! I can't believe it... but I got the part!"

I breathed out a sigh of relief and gratefulness, subconsciously nodding my head at the happy news. I had no doubts in my mind that she would. She was a clear contender for the role, even from the very beginning. On that very day when we met again, Hyeyeon truly embodied Molly.

"I'm so proud of you, Hyeyeon. I knew you'd get the part. How I wish I could give you a congratulatory hug right now," I replied, putting my hands into the pocket of my ripped blue jeans. From the balcony, I looked over the skylines of Seoul, watching as the night deepened, "It's only been three days but your man misses you already."

There was a pause on the line, and I heard Hyeyeon steadying her quickening breath. I held my chuckle as she replied with serenity, "You're the first person I thought of, you know, to call."

Ah... This is too hard.

I drew a long breath before I bit my lips, "Am I the first person you would like to hug as well?"

She chuckled, "It depends... Where are you right now, superstar?"

"Half-alive, hug-deprived, home alone."

"You're home??"

"Yes, I got home about an hour ago. And you?"

I heard her stretch, the sound of knuckles popping around her neck, "It's eight o'clock, and I'm just about to pack up."

"Should I come pick you up? Wait, let me rephrase. Can I come pick you up?"

"I'd love that, Sik, but no. The traffic is congested over here. You won't be able to get here under thirty minutes if you tried..."

Her voice trailed off, seemingly not quite done with her last sentence. Pacing around the perimeters of the balcony, I waited for her to continue.

"Sik, I'll take the subway instead. Could I... come over?"

Her question, glazed with a subtle hint of shy indecision made my heart skip a beat. Despite our long friendship and the recent advances in our relationship, Hyeyeon's conservative outlook on things always made me feel like I was just getting to know her. I loved her for it, as it brought out the responsible side in me.